Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Pakistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Evens to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
Simply Red,
Wire,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
Isaac Hayes,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
New Order,
The Gap Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.